Out walking yesterday I noticed this door almost hidden up on the cliff–drawn in by the face I thought I saw looking back at me.
Doors open
dreams fly in
Doors close
imagination required
Winking doors
defy expectations
What about
Mustached doors?
Sometimes a photo holds a story–or wants to be a poem. This one that I took over the weekend keeps speaking to me. I’m not sure yet whether this is the story or poem it wants to be…but maybe it is a start.
Face-to-Face
In the slippery world of the sea
sea lion barks and seagull screeches
complex conversations
like those you have
with your father
about politics, where you’ll
never
reach agreement
or with your sons
about their diametrically opposed choices
for a family car
A face-off, face-to-face, FaceTime, about face
familiar faces
we recognize beyond seeing
contours engraved in the mind
connections beyond confrontation
Love that is the warm salty
blood that runs through your veins
the briny fluid that feels like home
where life began
splashing, swimming
One slides onto the rocky shore, the other
swoops down from above
joined by
difference
joined by connection
joined by
the slippery world of the sea
®Douillard
Some days I make games out of my photography. To avoid taking the same photos over and over again, I challenge myself to look for letters of the alphabet, a particular color or item…and faces. Today a face grabbed my attention…and got me thinking about today’s poem.
Finding Faces
Take a look around
and find
a smile
grinning up from a patch of grass
Look at the sliding door
and find a face staring back
The cliff suddenly comes to life
watching you walk along the shore
unblinking eyes
look over the pier, the surfers, the seagulls
They’re all around
reflecting our expressions
mirroring our emotions
evoking
surprise
disgust
elation
look closely
and
you’ll find
faces
Douillard 2018
Today’s student poem is by Siena…a poem of apology inspired by William Carlos Williams.
Runaway Dog
Dear Jake,
I’m sorry for leaving the gate open and letting you escape to our neighbor’s house
I was so excited to go
But l just got carried away
Forgive me, l thought l lost you
But then
We found you
By Siena
What kind of poem will you play around with today?
Thinking Through My Lens 